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Asking me to describe myself is a lot like asking me to write my own obitruary, and, oddly enough, asking me to write it on an internet site feels a lot like death. I'd be the last person to tell you how great I am. I'm always conflicted between wanting to be invisible while at the same time internally yearning to be noticed. T_T I've never been a look-at-me girl and find it rather ironic I have to write something that will make you want to look at me. Or what if I said "don't look at me" would that make you want to look? It sure made me want to touch the hot stove when Mom said don't. Or do you need more? Well, if you need more.. say hi or start hiding out in my bushes-- I'll leave